I was good, right?
How does it feel?
Find out an Ellen like this?
Am I too bad?
I am not good anymore, right?
Feuh... Just wonder, mom. Who am I?
Who are you?
I love this way.
Every morning sing, How lucky am I
But, somehow, sometimes, it kills me.
So damn hurt. So lonely, rejected.
Just like you, right?
How does it feel? In fact, I am never better.
Not I was. Not I am. How pity is it?
1 comment:
karena kita dibentuk dari orang lain,
jangan percaya apa yng dikatakan orang lain....
ketika orang bilang kamu baik,
maka kamu akan mencoba utk menjadi orang yg baik, seperti yg mereka inginkan....
akibatnya,
gak ada yg tau siapa dirimu....
bahkan mungkin juga kamu gak tau
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